Words can never justify

That I have never spoken

Communication broken

I try to understand

My wordless, little language

Is all you'll ever need

To reach the bottom of my basement



She'll guide you through her midnight hall

And offer you a place on the

Gallery wall

Perhaps you'll hear 'bout our history

She quotes from texts on papyrus

You gladly follow when she takes

Your hand and lead you further down

The corridor



You peeled the fruit but threw away

The stones

did it taste sweet?